Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 7 007 Mist Church
Feng Xiuhu wanted to go home to get the money first, but was stopped by Shunzi.

Shunzi said that the priest must not be offended, because the priest is the choir's god and they must listen to what he says.

Feng Xiuhu also understood that the priest was his backer.

The face of the backer must be given, so Feng Xiuhu followed Shunzi and changed the route again.

Shunzi was worried that Feng Xiuhu would not be able to think straight when he was in front of the priest, so he gave him many instructions and told him many things along the way.

For example, their choir actually helps the priest collect offerings. They go door to door, collecting money while also supervising people's belief in gods.

The church Feng Xiuhu belongs to worships the God of Mist, who is said to be in charge of navigation and fishing.

The priest is the person in charge of the newly built church in the factory area, and is responsible for spreading the faith of the God of Mist to the lower and lower city areas.

The priests who had condescended from the upper city were tidy, and the lower city was passable, but what if they accidentally soiled their robes while preaching in the lower city? Fortunately, there was already a precedent for this kind of thing, so Feng Xiuhu, a street urchin from the lower city, was chosen to lead the brothers and transform themselves into a glorious church choir.

Another lucky person is He Da Ge.

Feng Xiuhu and He Dage made great progress in the missionary work in Dicheng. The priest was very satisfied, so he waved his hand and allocated two streets from the lower city to each of them.

The lower city is different from the lower city. The offerings collected from just one street can equal half of the lower city, so naturally Feng Xiuhu will get more in his pocket.

But before he had enjoyed a month of glory, Feng Xiuhu messed up.

He was popular in the lower city, but people in the lower city did not buy into his ideas. When the time came to hand in the tribute silver, the amount he had in his hand was much less than that of He Dage.

The priest was very dissatisfied, and in a fit of anger he gave the two streets owned by Feng Xiuhu to He Dage. Feng Xiuhu had no choice but to return to the bottom of the city in disgrace.

Having tasted the sweetness of the lower city, Feng Xiuhu became more and more disgusted with the lower city, but he was helpless. The priest had no choice but to increase his collection of offerings in the hope of regaining the priest's favor.

Hard work pays off, and he finally got the opportunity he had been waiting for.

Just the day before yesterday, Feng Xiuhu was called over by the priest, who said that he had an important task to assign to him.

Feng Xiuhu didn’t know what the specific important task was - because Shunzi didn’t know either.

Shunzi said that Feng Xiuhu went to see the priest alone that day, and the next day after he came back, he led his brothers to the mental hospital. He did not say what he was going to do, but only asked Shunzi to meet him outside, and said that if the task was accomplished, the two streets could be taken back.

Although Shunzi didn't know, Feng Xiuhu knew.

He did something big that day.

Summon the evil god!

……

Coming out of the archway of Broken Wave Bridge, Feng Xiuhu's vision suddenly broadened.

Tall chimneys stood in rows under the sky, emitting thick smoke, and workers walked in groups in an endless stream.

Coachmen can still be seen running on the streets carrying passengers, but there are fewer donkey carts and ox carts carrying goods. Instead, there are luxurious wide-box horse-drawn carriages, and even occasionally you can see a shiny car passing by.

After walking a short while, a vibrant garden appeared before our eyes.

The garden is surrounded by iron railings, and even the railings are covered with various patterns, all of which are exquisite.

Looking further inside, a spire church stands in the field of vision. The towering spire is supported and connected to the main body by flying buttresses on both sides. The slender windows are arranged in an orderly manner, and the walls are carved with lifelike statues, which are solemn and mysterious.

Feng Xiuhu stepped forward to walk in, but was pulled back by Shunzi just as he took a step.

He pointed to a small path outside the railings and said, "We can't go through the main entrance. We have to go through the back."

Feng Xiuhu was led by Shunzi to the side of the church. There were not many people there, and a small fence gate was open.

An inconspicuous path on the lawn behind the door led to the base of the church wall, where there was a closed wooden door.

Shunzi nudged Feng Xiuhu and said, "Go ahead, brother. Don't keep the priest waiting anxiously."

Feng Xiuhu turned around and asked him, "Aren't you coming with me?"

Shunzi waved his hands repeatedly: "I dare not, only you and He Da Ge can enter. If we go in and step on even a blade of grass and the priest sees us, we will be punished."

Feng Xiuhu looked at Shunzi, then looked inside the fence, as if he was looking at two distinct worlds.

He nodded: "Okay, then you wait here for me."

……

Walk along the path and you will come to the wooden door.

There was someone inside the door, probably sensing Feng Xiuhu's arrival and having pushed it open. He wore a dark gray priest's robe, and the symbol of the God of Mist was embroidered on his chest—a circle with six raised protrusions evenly spaced around the edge, resembling a ship's rudder. Three wavy lines of equal length ran across the circle, representing the mist.

Fortunately, Shunzi came to give him a last-minute lesson, and Feng Xiuhu recognized from his clothes that he was a deacon - he also worked for the priest, the boss, but he had a good family background and was much more senior than Feng Xiuhu, the squad leader.

The deacon glanced at Feng Xiuhu coldly and said, "Father Luo Meng has been waiting for you for a long time. Follow me."

Speechless all the way.

Feng Xiuhu followed the deacon through the corridor. Behind the deacon's back, where he couldn't see, Feng Xiuhu looked left and right, touched here and rubbed there, and was extremely curious about everything.

When Feng Xiuhu was looking at a painting, the deacon suddenly stopped. Feng Xiuhu couldn't stop in time and almost bumped into the deacon's butt.

The deacon turned around and saw Feng Xiuhu frantically, with a suspicious look on his face: "What are you doing?"

Feng Xiuhu patted his shoulder and said, "Young man, you are very responsible in your work. Good job."

"you--"

The deacon quickly stepped aside and slapped the place Feng Xiuhu had touched in disgust. He forced his voice down, "I think you've really been beaten silly by He Da Ge. Why don't you go in quickly?"

He also knows?

Feng Xiuhu's face darkened - it seemed that he needed to ask He Dage for an explanation on this matter.

Pushing the door open, I saw a study.

Sitting behind the table was a foreigner, none other than Father Luo Mengzhang.

Luo Meng is his name and Zhang is the local surname he gave himself.

He looked to be in his early forties, with his hair and beard meticulously groomed. The priest's robe he wore was much more elaborate and exquisite than the deacon's robe Feng Xiuhu had seen before, and even the fabric exuded an air of nobility.

As the study door slowly closed, Luo Meng Zhang finally looked up.

"what's wrong with you?"

Luo Mengzhang stood up, leaned on the table and looked at Feng Xiuhu.

"Why didn't you send a signal? Do you know how close you were to screwing up?"

Feng Xiuhu glanced around the room, moved a chair from the corner and sat down across from the table. "What signal? I forgot. Of course, I'm not saying that I forgot because of He Da's men's sneak attack. The reasons are more complicated, but I really don't remember a lot of things now. Besides, that stick didn't hurt at all, not at all. I was just letting him go. I'm a generous person and don't like to argue with disabled people. But then again, this matter is indeed He Da's fault. After all, he was the one who started it. If he hadn't done it, I should have taken a divine bath yesterday..."

Luo Meng Zhang's expression gradually changed from anger to confusion, and then from confusion to disbelief: "What on earth are you talking about?"

Regardless of Feng Xiuhu's continued mumbling, Luo Mengzhang came out from behind the table and asked, "Where's the thing I gave you?"

Feng Xiuhu remembered this incident. He reached into his crotch and took out a piece of paper and a small bottle. There was a thin layer of blood scab at the bottom of the bottle.

Luo Mengzhang stared at Feng Xiuhu, and Feng Xiuhu also looked at him eagerly.

Luo Mengzhang asked: "Where is the whistle?"

Feng Xiuhu spread his hands and asked, "What whistle?"

He didn't see Feng Xiaohu use the whistle in his dream last night.

"You idiot—" Luo Mengzhang could no longer bear it, "Signal whistle!"

Feng Xiuhu was skeptical and reached into his crotch again. After fiddling with it for a while, he actually took out a bamboo whistle.

It seems that there is such a link, but Feng Xiaohu did not use it.

Feng Xiuhu handed the bamboo whistle over, feeling somewhat embarrassed. "If you have something to say, please talk nicely. Don't curse."

Luo Mengzhang didn't take it. He turned around and spread out the paper ball. After checking it, he began to recall - according to the report of the Divine Guards, the magic circle found in the room at that time was indeed exactly the same as the one on this piece of paper.

There was no problem with the magic circle, Luo Mengzhang opened the bottle cap again and lowered his head to sniff.

He looked at Feng Xiuhu suspiciously: "Did you use this bottle of blood?"

Feng Xiuhu patted his chest and said, "I guarantee it. I saw it with my own eyes."

Luo Meng Zhang ignored his crazy talk and narrowed his eyes slightly: "...Do you know whose blood this is?"

Feng Xiuhu rested his chin on his hand and pondered for a moment. "I think we can rule out crustaceans as a possible suspect, because their blood isn't red."

(End of this chapter)